The playground on our back yard got a makeover. We could not be more grateful, especially on days like today when the temperature crept up to the lower 90’s. The convenience is unlike anything else.
Ty watched daily as the contractors put hammer to nail to build the new playground. The full project took 3 weeks. It was fascinating to watch, even for me. I had no idea how much work goes into the playgrounds we enjoy.
We built some words. He spelled a few 4-letter words. We’ll see how much he sees as he makes more trips out there.
I don’t know another child who loves his shades as much. Ty has been in love with sunglasses since he was a toddler. I thought it was a stage at first, but it has certainly outlasted many other stages he’s been through.
T. can’t play with much on the fixtures but he found a spinning wheel. The best part is that he lands on words that appear on both sides of the glass. Hence Ty leaning over in a very unsafe manner on the ladder to read the words.
On Ty’s Summer Bucket List is learning how to write in cursive. I picked up a cursive writing practice book by Teacher Created Resources, Inc. and we began instruction today. I’m so proud of how well he did.His fingers started hurting at one point so we took a quick break. Tomorrow, we practice B. I hope we can start words and maybe even sentences before the end of Summer.
We spent most of the day indoors, lounging around.
This moment stole my heart. Ty hurt himself rolling on an exercise ball. As fast as he could, T. rushed over to him and said some things that we could not understand. With no one to translate his dialect for us, we were left to guess but I have no doubt they were words of comfort. He then leaned over and hugged Ty over and over. He held on to him and gave him a kiss. It was all the comfort Ty needed. He looked over at his little brother and hugged him back. I am blessed with such sweet boys.
His compassion and empathy could be felt. It dried up his brother’s tears instantly, as it made me want to tear up. For a minute or two, they sat on the carpet and hugged each other.
My heart leaped of joy. My kids are friends. They like each other. They are there for one another. My baby has learned empathy. My work here isn’t in vain. Something is getting through. I thought all of that, and more.
I wanted to get in on the action but I held back not to interrupt the moment. Oh, how I pray their love grows, and survives all of the growing pains and the disagreements they are bound to have in the childhood years.
How are you staying cool this Summer?
How do you encourage compassion in your children? How do you handle it when your kids take your breath away?